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Dixie Girls and Dixie CupsBack when we were high school pupswe'd have ten sleeves of paper cupsand a keg of Busch on the tailgatetwo beers and Buford was drunkand as often as he flunkedthose juniors hadda be jailbateit was Dixie girls and Dixie cupswe were dyin' to live it upon the magic of tricked out trucksbeer and girls and the Stonesback then drinking games were bigsee a wet t-shirt...take a swigmilk that bad ole pony kegtill the pump was suckin' foamfill 'em out and fill 'er uplove them Dixie girls and Dixie cupsI'd sweet talk a sweet young thingwe'd walk down to the steaming springsand jump in that backwoods jacuzziBuford was dumber than Forest Gumphe'd shoot up rabbits n hick'ry stumpswith his sawed off southern Uziit was Dixie girls and Dixie cupswe were dyin' to live it upon the magic of tricked out trucksbeer and girls and the Stonesback then drinking games were bigsee a popped button...take a swigmilk that bad ole pony kegtill the pump was suckin' foamfill 'em out and fill 'er uplove them Dixie girls and Dixie cupsone time the sheriff showed upwe were sure it was a bustbut he winked at our Jim BeamBuford swore she was eighteenwhen that sherif showed him the cuffsit was Dixie girls and Dixie cupswe were dyin' to live it upon the magic of tricked out trucksbeer and girls and the Stonesback then drinking games were bigsee her tattoo and take a swigmilk that bad ole pony kegtill the pump was suckin' foamfill 'em out and fill 'er uplove them Dixie girls and Dixie cups(c)2005 Robert George